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Shishir Gupta Poem
bricks lay scattered,
cement piled up bad,
the mason was ill trained,
and was a new lad,
he knew nothing,
and could not begin anything,
came the master craftsmen,
and the bricks themselves walked to places,
cement gelled with water,
and leaped to seal,
the building shaped,
and no longer was a dream.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2005
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My eyes are sore,
Bleary and tearful,
Not from any ailment,
Physical,
But from the mere fact,
That they have been seeing,
What they should not have,
A lot of bad, ugly and unjust,
And more of it,
Day in and day out,
Here, there and everywhere,
I am exhausted,
And do not want to see,
I would prefer,
To shut eyes down,
And remain blind.
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Dunes draining just sands,
merciless sun playing waltz,
dry winds rasping body parts,
clothes were clasped,
to perspiring body,
and appeared as such,
tounge hung out with thirst,
which occurred every second at first,
shoe soles felt like popcorns,
roasting and flowering fast,
legs were drained of energy,
that was dwindling past,
stomach felt vacant,
as difficult terrain,
turned tougher,
he wondered why he had chosen the tour,
now rather he should take detour,
and desert the desert real fast.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2005
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Hunting the prey
he got hunted
and was killed.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2009
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Disgusted and overjoyed that your back stares me in face
I am finally departed,forever and ever,from your life's race
your enormous passion and deep love made me weak-a disgrace
without you I was incomplete and time slowed sour in pace
did I hurt you on purpose to shake myself out of you yeah,brace
you have the lover's sack
do not come back.
A soul that loves you and will forever!
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2010
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You are not pretty as much as others,
who are after me bad,
but I do not seem to find it so,
you appear more soulful to me,
and that is what I find prettier,
I do not know what "soulful" stands for,
but that is the word that comes to mind,
which I use to explain whenever you are around,
probably its your air,
and your attention to me,
that sums it up,
or may be that your eyes search me out of the crowd,
that explains a bloody lot,
its hardly physical,
and much more,
but its also totally physical and nothing else,
I am confused,
my chemicals surge out to you,
whenever you are around,
my magnetic aura rushes to you,
doing the madly rounds,
who cares for your facial and bodily beauty,
which will wither with age,
come let us search together,
and strengthen this chemical bond.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2005
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Monstrous
gruesome
hideous
odious
nefarious
ugly
yet
imperious
brainy
grainy
strainy
cranny
and
snooty
about
petty booty
passionate
in dark
quite stark
shameless
deceptive
grave
terrible
she is screw brained and gets in brain.
MPD-Multiple Personality Disorder
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2009
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Chronometer,
sands slips through
narrow glass marrow
counting seconds
of elusive time
skin wrinkles
hairs whiten
eyes fade
walks limp
chronometer stops no way
ageman turns it upside down
it goes on and on
millions and trillions of times
aging and caging souls
and then
setting them free
as yet it remains on it's spree.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2009
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Bewitching Magic
.......worked
bewitched!
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2009
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Bud nipped
never bloomed
dew drops cascaded frustrated.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2009
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